A/N- Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Sorry. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with this chapter(wow, just realized I say that every time… :|). Well… that's kinda it, so… I hope you enjoy, and please review! :)
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Draco bit his lip, glaring down at his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. He hadn't gotten any sleep whatsoever the night before, and was struggling to stay awake. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to focus on the words, which had begun blurring together. Just as he had begun the painstaking process of piecing them together, he heard a soft tapping at the Common Room window. He glanced up, but, seeing nothing, returned to his work. A moment later, he got up to investigate, having heard it once more. Nearing the window, he noticed the faint silhouette of a miniature tawny owl, with a tiny scroll tied to its leg. Glancing both ways even though he knew the Common Room was empty, and had been for a while, he opened the window so that the little creature could flutter in and perch on the sill. Draco untied the note, and sent the bird off; if this was what he thought it was, he wouldn't need to send a message back. With a deep breath and oddly shaky hands, he unrolled the scrap of parchment and read it. His eyes widened, and he read it twice more before the weight of the words slowly began to sink in. She… wanted to be with him. Regardless. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. The Dark Lord… his plot…. He couldn't do that to her. He glanced down at the note, frowning. Well…. She had said that she was willing to just write back and forth. And maybe he would be able to keep her safe from the Dark Lord when the plan succeeded. Of course, he could save her! Why hadn't this occurred to him before? Really, he was obligated to do this…. For her safety….
Draco nodded. Reassured, he tore a piece off his homework and began to write.
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A/N- So… thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and please review! :)
~hermionegrangerandarocketship